Somehow I’ve managed to be okay. Living with a ghost leaves you with nothing to say. It can walk through walls and vanish into thin air. Take good memories from your heart and leave despair. When she was alive, life felt complete. The ghost is just a shell of a mess made neat. The damage is all that’s left to overcome. Even though she still walks among us, it can’t be undone. Things have changed and I wish you could come back. Instead, I’m left with this monster filled with reasons to attack. Have you ever lived with a ghost? Stuck in the past while your life is left to coast.